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belly.
     
    "What is it going to be?" Desirae asked her.
     
    "Huh?"
     
    "Will it be a boy or a girl?" she asked again.
     
    "Oh.... It's a boy."
     
    "Do you have a name yet?"
     
    "Oh yes.... his name will be Quentel," she said as she turned and wobbled back down the street towards the Salon.
     
    Desirae stood motionless as she watched the woman walk away. Her mind instantly turning to Q whose government name was Quentel.
     
    Desirae had thought long and hard before agreeing to help the feds against Q. She knew the consequences of becoming a government informant and had witnessed the retaliation of the accused first hand. But what was she to do, give up a career that she'd worked night after night sliding up and down poles, sometimes grinding on top of dicks for hours with sweaty hands clawing at her already skimpy clothes. No.... instead she chose with the encouragement of the F.B.I. to use someone as a sacrificial lamb. Someone who'd never raised his voice in her presence unless they were engaged in a session of heated rhythmical sex.
     
    Minutes later Desirae entered her small but modest office,
     
    "Coffee?" her secretary asked.
     
    "No thanks Jill.... Do I have any early appointments?"
     
    "No."
     
    "Good.... I'll be leaving early today, I'm beat and my feet are killing me."
     
    "No problem Miss Ellis, I will schedule all appointments for next week."
     
    "Thank you, Jill."
     
    "Oh, it’s nothing."
     
    "Well thanks anyway," she said heading back to her office.
     
    "Miss Ellis," her Secretary called out to her.
     
    "Yes," she said turning towards her.
     
    "These are for you," handing her a small stack of mail.
     
    "Thank you again," she said before walking into her office.
     
    Once inside her office Desirae glanced through each package then tossed them onto an already over flowing desk. The last package was addressed to her but had no return address.
     
    "What is this?" she mumbled.
     
    Desirae held the manila envelope in her hand then shook it trying to identify it's contents without opening it. Curiosity finally getting the best of her she ripped the tape away from the corners of the unidentified envelope.
     
    Removing it's contents, Desirae found two newspaper clippings cut from the local paper. Silently she began to read them.... [Cover Story: Unidentified headless corpse found in wooded area. Reports claimed Body believed to be that of a woman, possibly 25 to 30 years of age. Only information given to the Press was that the body was savagely mutilated and all the evidence seem to point out that this woman was tortured alive. Police have no leads or suspects of interest. The only identification at the crime scene was a tattoo found on the victims body. Anyone knowing of any female with the name "Asia" tattooed just below the small of their back, please contact the Homicide Department immediately. All information is strictly confidential.]
     
    With shaky hands she fumbled with the other article before opening it.... It read:[Obituaries, Desirae "Asia" Ellis, born June 21,1982; departed this life on May 1,2009. Funeral arrangements are incomplete for the formal Stripper turned Attorney.]
     
    Desirae couldn't believe what she was reading. Tears formed in her eyes as she fought off the urge to scream. How could she have been so stupid to think that the police would keep their word and protect her, she thought to herself.
     
    'What if they were outside her office waiting on her,' she continued thinking.
     
    She grabbed her office phone, dialing Officer Jacobs number, but quickly decided against using the office phone. After retrieving her Blackberry from her purse, Desirae dialed Jacobs number and got his answering machine.
     
    "Shitttt," she mumbled nervously.... Then dialed another number.
     
    "Yo, talk son," the person on the other end of the receiver yelled.
     
    "Tyreek.... Tyreek," Desirae yelled into the phone.
     
    "Who da fuck is this?" Tyreek answered.
     
    "It's me, Asia